Saturday, January 6, 2018
It’s a new year here in the blog world, and I hope yours had a great beginning. This fae tale started in 2017, before Midsummer. While months have passed for us, only a matter of days have gone by for Bedlam Thunder and her faery friends. As winter’s cold nips I can pretend I’m in the warmer clime of Thistledown.
I recognize that it is difficult to keep up with the details of this serial over such an amount of time. Plus, some of you only started following recently. So here are links for two episodes that would be good refreshers for today’s chapter — Episode 7, Doors and Doors*, and Episode 8, Shadows of Body and Mind*. Events there should trigger your memory. Or with this post, you can catch-up with links* to episodes 1 through 5.
Previously from Bedlam’s point of view…
Finally Carver reappeared. He held a huge copper ax… Then Carver braced himself and swung the massive ax at the beautiful door he had created… A sound like the entire world shattering filled my ears.
Midsummer Bedlam 19
Songbirds and Battleaxes
On tiny but speedy wings, Bob the hummingbird hurried to the cottage where he last saw Bedlam Thunder. He knew something was badly out of balance. Yet no matter how brave the heart, or how fast the flight, it was quite a distance for such a little bird. Although Bob had to admit he had taken a detour or three. It was no wonder his wings grew sluggish.
Far below, Bob spotted a faery with long dark blue hair. Her wings were aqua with cobalt blue sparkles. The hummingbird knew that was Holly Songbird. Distracted by what he saw on the ground, Bob almost collided with Holly’s cousin, Poppy Songbird as she soared in playful flight. Poppy back-winged and straightened her flower-shaped spectacles.
“Hi Bob! Goodness, but you look all tuckered out. Poor little guy. You seem upset. I wish I could understand hummingbirds,” she commented and stretched out a hand as she fluttered. “Here. Have a seat and you can fly with me,” Poppy said and Bob gratefully perched on her finger.
He got a tight grip and hung onto Poppy as she soared heavenward when her cousin sang a dramatic high note. Poppy flew a daring loop and then performed a roll.
Holly Songbird was rehearsing for the big Midsummer party that Peaches Dragonfly was going to host. However, Poppy was not performing. She did the daredevil flying spontaneously, out of pure joy.
The two cousins were at the home of Carver Eastdoor, where he and Ivy Twinkle worked to re-create the amazing candy door that Carver had used a great copper battleax to destroy. That act had somehow allowed Bedlam to return home from the colorless faery-verse when she inadvertently went there. Bob worriedly wondered if something similar might have happened to Bedlam Thunder again.
The hummingbird darted to a nearby tree to rest. He figured that he would get distracted by the small group of faeries and their work if he stayed too close. He instinctively knew something was getting steadily more off kilter in Thistledown, and he was in a hurry to check on Bedlam.
However, hummingbirds can be flighty even when they have the best intentions. He heard two male voices, Carver Eastdoor and Ivy Twinkle. Before he knew it, Bob found himself listening to the conversation of the faeries.
“You’ve certainly got the lift in your wings, Poppy,” Carver’s old friend Ivy Twinkle commented using a popular phrase.
“It’s such a shame that Carver had to smash the first door. But it was fun cleaning up all the candy ― not to mention eating it!” Poppy told him. “Although I think that really was the only way to bring Bedlam Thunder back. I can’t imagine being stuck in the colorless world she described,” Poppy added with a shudder.
She adjusted her flower-shaped spectacles and then turned to watch her cousin Holly begin to practice another song.
“I’m not sure my voice will be loud enough on the lowest notes,” Holly commented. “Not if the crowd is as large as everyone expects.”
“No one will care,” Ivy Twinkle stopped his work hanging confections around the portal to tell her.
His eyes really did twinkle when he looked at Holly. Bob thought perhaps Ivy was a little bit star struck. She was one of the biggest celebrities in Thistledown. Carver elbowed his old friend in the ribs and cleared his throat. Ivy pretended not to know what Carver meant.
“Don’t worry,” Carver told the songstress. “The acoustics will be perfect once everything is finished. Thanks for getting the Dragon’s Nest band to help transport the stage to Peaches’ orchard.”
“The band is always happy to lend a hand. After all, it’s for our performance,” Holly assured him. “So, it should be us thanking you.”
Unexpectedly, something large and red barreled across the sky toward them.
“What in heaven’s name,” Holly began. “I’ve never seen anything move that fast! Is it a dragon?”
“It’s Field Yewwasp,” Carver said softly. “Despite his size, there’s no one faster on the wing than the furry faery. But I’ve never seen even him move so quickly.”
Field’s sense of urgency seemed to reach ahead of him. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood close together.
Carver’s toddler daughter came running out of the house giggling. She couldn’t fly yet, but with every third step she fluttered upward. It made for an adorable bounce-run. Just as Field Yewwasp touched the ground and straightened his bright red coat, she barreled into him. Field swept the tot up onto his shoulders. She took his top hat and put it on her own head.
The child’s mother was not far behind. She expertly detached the tot from Field ― although, he had to stoop down before anyone could reach the child.
“What’s wrong?” everyone asked in a multi tone round of voices.
Field turned serious eyes to Carver Eastdoor. Carver’s brows furrowed suspiciously.
“Please don’t tell me I’m going to need to shatter another door. This one’s nearly finished. There’s no time to make another one before the Midsummer party,” Carver muttered insightfuliy.
“I don’t think so,” Field began in a noncommittal voice that did nothing to ease Carver’s mind. “However, I saw that big copper battleax of yours in a vision.”
Thistledown had not known any sort of fighting, certainly not battles, in more generations than anyone could count. The mere mention of the battleax elicited dread from the group of faeries.
Bob had caught his second wind. He darted into the sky, hurrying on his errand. He was filled with worry about Bedlam.
This Week’s Faery Namers
Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers. Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.
Poppy Songbird https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/
Holly Songbird https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyWrV-dmm_oWHnc50YKSVnA
Carver Eastdoor https://nofacilities.com/
Field Yewwasp https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/about/
Ivy Twinkle https://hughsviewsandnews.com/
Peaches Dragonfly https://apuginthekitchen.com
Events are on the wing, whether large or tiny. Fly over next time to find out what happens in Hanging by a Hair. Until then…
Hugs on the wing!
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